Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to

inhaled the lingering scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the

fire stirred in his

prided himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure

scent tickled his

to see Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped

his eyes so as not to violate her with his

at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear,

his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat in

"Take me, Steve."

he cast all

spy voice held a thick her. His

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